Well, I really don't have much to say…On with the chapter!
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Chapter 4: Warfang
When Blane awoke the next morning, he saw the fire had died and Spyro and Cynder were curled up next to each other with their tails entwined. Blane smirked and tried to restart the fire. He felt a heat burning in his chest and exhaled only to have a breath of white light escape from his maw. It relit the fire and awakened Spyro and Cynder.
"What was that?" Spyro asked sleepily.
"I'm…not sure." Blane said slowly.
"Well, I'm going to go find us something to eat and then we'll be off to Warfang." Cynder said, getting up and stretching. Afterwards, she walked into the forest, leaving Spyro and Blane alone.
"So, what were you and Cynder doing last night?" Blane asked casually.
"Oh, uh," Spyro stammered, his face getting red, "we talked."
"Really?" Blane asked, raising one of his eyebrows, "You two had a strange scent about you when you came back."
"It must've been your imagination." Spyro said.
"It's mating season, isn't it?" Blane asked, ignoring Spyro's comment.
"How did you-?" Spyro said, but was cut off as Cynder dragged three sheep into the clearing.
"Eat up guys; we've got a long flight ahead of us." Cynder said, and Blane realized that he had a problem. He and Spyro walked up to the sheep and began to eat, but Blane was lost in thought, trying to thin up a plan. Suddenly a voice entered his head and said, Your ancient blood already knows how to fly, all you have to do is clear your mind and allow the memories of your ancestors to flow through you.
'Okay, that was strange,' Blane thought to himself. It was then that Blane noticed that he was eating the bones of the sheep and that Spyro and Cynder were staring at him.
"Blane, are you there?" Spyro asked.
"Sorry, I zoned out there for a moment, I was thinking." Blane said, stopping chewing on the bone.
"Well stop thinking and start flying; we need to get moving if we want to get to Warfang before nightfall." Cynder said, starting to flap her wings and jumped into the air. Spyro followed suit.
'Alright, clear my mind and let the memories of my ancestors flow through me,' Blane told himself. He hadn't noticed that his wings had started flapping and that he was in the air.
"Whoa." Blane said aloud without meaning to.
"You act like you've never flown before." Cynder said.
"I kinda haven't, I just let my instincts take over." Blane said.
"Well, you look like you've got the hang of it. C'mon we need to get moving!" Spyro said before taking off towards the north. Cynder and Blane followed suit and together they flew towards the city of Warfang.
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Meanwhile, a lone dragon, as black as night, watched them fly away with regret. He'd finally found them but couldn't work up the nerve to ask them for help.
Suddenly, a searing pain entered the dragon's mind with such force it felt as if he were being torn in two. And then, as quickly as it had started, the pain dissipated leaving him on the ground panting. He needed help and soon otherwise the evil attempting to control him would overcome his will and take him over.
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When Spyro, Cynder, and Blane arrived at Warfang the sun was sinking below the horizon and torches on the wall were being lit. They could still see the damage to the city despite the repairs, but Blane was the only one who didn't know why.
"What happened here?" Blane asked.
"You don't know?" Cynder asked in a surprised tone, "Malefor's entire army tried to take over the city."
"Who's Malefor?" Blane asked.
"Did you grow up in a cave?" She asked, "Malefor was the Dark Master, a dragon who wanted to destroy the world. He almost succeeded, too."
"Oh, right." Blane said, trying not to make himself seem more suspicious. Cynder gave him a strange look before she took off after Spyro, who had already flown over the gate. Blane flew after them and, when he landed, they were surrounded by dragons, moles, and even cheetahs. Spyro and Cynder were trying to escape the crowd when a large green dragon with what looked like a mace on the end of his tail.
"Alright, alright, what's all the commotion over-" The dragon started before he saw Spyro and Cynder. "Spyro, Cynder, you're alive!" he exclaimed. He separated them from the crowd and started herding them away. Blane hurried after them. When he caught up to them they had arrived at a large, temple-looking building.
"It looks almost exactly like the forest temple, only bigger!" Spyro said.
"Yes, well," the dragon said, "after Malefor's defeat, the other Guardians and I decided it best to remain in Warfang. We found this temple in the ruins of old Warfang and I brought it up. Luckily there were no buildings over top of this and it's still in pretty good shape."
They began to walk toward the temple when the dragon noticed Blane behind them.
"Who are you, young one?" The dragon asked.
"I-I'm Blane." He stammered. The dragon chuckled.
"There's no need to be afraid, Blane. My name is Terrador; I am the Guardian of Earth. What type of dragon are you?" The dragon said.
"I'm not sure, actually." Blane said, looking away.
"Do not worry, we will find out." Terrador said before turning back towards the temple, "After we get you all settled of course."
With that, they walked inside the temple, unaware of the dragon watching them. Her eyes watched Blane with interest before being replaced by lust.
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So the trio arrived in Warfang, but who was that black dragon who needed their help? And who was that dragon who was watching Blane with lust from the shadows? Read on to find out! Also, I think I may have to change the rating because of what I have planned for the next chapter… Oh well, I'll decide when I write it.